By Tanvi Hegade
Everything,
Not quite everything anymore.
And a little more of all the nothing pressing in on me.
It's funny, almost, how your absence is more present than your presence ever was.
Hollows forming on my skin, resembling tiny craters at all the spots you left traces of you..
I stretch my hand out
and
even the air seems to be dented with
your absence.
By Tanvi Hegade
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